Rouge - Cultfever

I left a shroud in a town to be sorted out\nIts like a leaf-flake brown kind of fabric gown.\nWhere the curve of the ground that they hear around\nIs like the echo sound in a concave town.\nStiff, starched shirts, cold feet, and chest, Ill keep it cleaner.\nIll wear their stiff, starched shirts, cold feet and chest, Ill keep it cleaner.\nStung quiet but this is just frightening, Im so concerned about hygiene\nStung quiet but this is just frightening, Im so concerned about…\nEyes swept black like a smoke stack\nNothings wrong with that.\nI said her eyes swept black like a smoke stack\nNothing here is like that.\nIts like the word got out and its all around,\nI feel the lines to my veins and theyre clamping down.\nThin loose wrists\nDear, I must insist,\nWe keep it cleaner.\nStung quiet but this is just frightening, Im so concerned about hygiene\nStung quiet but this is just frightening, Im so concerned about…\nI think I am addicted to the drumming.\nI said I think I am addicted to the drumming.\nThey said we recognize your eyes and we recognize your blood\nAnd though its thinner than a knife you are similar enough.\nStung quiet but this is just frightening, Im so concerned about hygiene\nStung quiet but this is just frightening, Im so concerned about…